Where is home? This is a question about how we define where home is. I am very attached to place and often get a little moment of panic when I realize that I do not have my house where I can go and feel a complete comfort level of having my stuff all how I want it…. I don’t have a shelf of all of my books to refer to nor my nana’s antique buffet to find some old photos that I want to look at. This is what I have given up and I am still grappling about home. Two of my recent “homes” were taken away from me – it is one thing to make decisions to move on, sell the house, go on an adventure. It is another to have my father’s house, that he built and thought-to-be my refuge in my home town, be appropriated by my wicked (who knew?) step-mother and not available to me. The other was my home in Panama with my former partner (see Narcissist post) who decided it was time for me to move on. So, now my definition of home is to be reinvented once again. Will it be finding a little house to build or buy? Will it be some shared living with some of the special people that I have known and want the same things? I think home is about to become something new for me in concept and in reality.